365 Kinds of Difficult Living Methods

Chu Yu held a broken heart and followed to the conference room. Muyu usually works in the office of the technical department. She is the only one in the office. She has no problem typing while lying down. But when something needs to be discussed, the meeting room will be moved, and sometimes a projector will be used.

Chu Yu looked at her now, and there was a barrage of "Something, Something Big, Something Extraordinary" floating above her head. It was still in fluorescent color and couldn't be turned off.

Muyu didn't talk nonsense, picked up the phone on the table and asked: "Remember it?"

Chu Yu looked at this black brand-name mobile phone without hesitation: "Xiao Huaihua's mobile phone, I haven't forgotten it."

Muyu turned on the phone, called up the information page, and handed it over: "I have been trying to restore its data and restore important information, but it seems to be like this. The age of the device is not too short, but there is no useful information in it, and it cannot be checked. To the contact, but at half past one in the morning today, I received a text message on my phone."

Chu Yu looked at the screen of the phone, and what he saw was a string of numbers: 31276.

She quit and tried to read other text messages, but they were all professional greetings from the operator.

Muyu: "On this one, I located the mobile phone number. The last time it was used was in Wangjiang City, but it is now abandoned."

This is a tickling discovery. If the number can be located, it is estimated that someone has mistyped it. However, this kind of content is inexplicable and the number is suddenly lost. Most of the problems are wrong, and the problem is not normal.

Chu Yu raised his eyes with uncontrollable expectations in his eyes, hoping that the next sentence of Mu·Master·Yu is to explain digital content and turn numbers into key information.

Muyu was uncomfortable with her eyes, touched the tip of her nose, sat in front of the computer, and pretended to look through things: "This string of numbers is weird. I have tried using digital homophonic, Morse code, and corresponding alphabets to interpret it. , But the results are illogical."

When Chu Yu looked at it, his first reaction was the number, which was a bit smaller, "could it be the top few?"

"There is a five-digit number, but it is the ashes level. It is the earliest batch. I checked and the number has been monitored, but it has not been online for a long time."

Chu Yu pulled the office chair away, sat down and thought slowly, "Street number?"

Muyu: "It seems that there is no street sign like this?"

Chu Yu: "FM?"

Muyu took a deep breath and made a "stop" gesture: "Chu, I think I have tried everything that your old man can think of, and I am sure that I can't figure it out for the time being, so I called you down."

Chu Yu put the phone on the table, folded his hands, staring eagerly, wishing to see through the screen to see the texter's face clearly.

"Don’t you think it’s weird? According to this person’s handling methods, we should be very cautious, not only let us not find others, but also can’t read his text messages, but he should know that Xiaohuaihua has been arrested and his mobile phone has been confiscated. When I sent a text message, Xiao Huaihua couldn't read it either."

Chu Yu didn't lift his eyelids, and now the barrage in front of him was replaced with five numbers, and he flicked, "But we can't crack it, can't we? If we can't crack it, what will we do?"

Muyu's eyes rolled around, and finally he must, "Go and ask Xiaohuahua?"

Chu Yu nodded, straightened up, and leaned against the back of the mesh chair, "Yes, that person sent it to Xiaohuahua's phone, it means she can read it, and it also shows that the person has an unusual relationship with her. Special secret communication."

Muyu closed the computer. She has been staring at the screen to search here and there since she got up until now. The results are all invalid information, which is equivalent to being rejected dozens of times by the ugly. Now it is annoying to look at the screen.

"In the beginning, you didn't speculate that Xiaohuahua committed the crime alone, so it is impossible to cooperate with others?"

For a while, Chu Yu didn't say anything. People with antisocial personality disorder usually commit impulsive crimes, and they also commit premeditated crimes, but this premeditated crime is also a plan, implemented by oneself, and completed the crime by self-reliance.

Anti-social itself is to exclude contact with people, hostile to this species, and crime is such a private matter, anti-social personality disorder can not share with others, let alone the division of labor and cooperation, considering the other party's criminal feelings.

If ordinary criminals are bullets, sometimes single-shot, sometimes combined with other bullets to make a rain of bullets, then the anti-social personality disorder is a bomb, a single person, lonely and lonely, but the destructive power is amazing.

Since Xia Yihan’s appearance, she has never seen anyone around her. Although someone rents a room to her and gives her flowers, they are hired by her and belong to a naked financial relationship, which is of a different nature.

High-IQ anti-socialists will not cooperate with people, they will only play around with applause and let others work for them.

But the person who sent the text message was obviously not like a person working for Xia Yihan. Just using the secret code, you can see that they have an extraordinary relationship.

Chu Yu crossed his fingers and placed the table on the table. Although his tone was still unhurried, he inevitably became heavier after loading a few pounds of doubts and thinking. The relationship with her is pure money, because the news of the arrest of the Phantom of the Sophora Flower has been flying all over the sky. People who have dealt with her are too late to hide, and will not send text messages to challenge our level of search. Therefore, this person should be special. ."

She had a guess in her heart, but she didn't point out the words. Muyu followed the conversation, guessing, and seemed to mutter to herself: "But under what circumstances would he have to send text messages? He is in danger of being exposed on the one hand, and on the other. On the one hand, the information may not reach Xiao Huaihua at all... Anyway, I would rather the content of the text message be a mystery than to give it to Xiao Huaihua, begging her to decipher it."

Chu Yu looked at her, before commenting, Muyu opened his mouth again, and his eyes narrowed. At this moment, he looked like a cat’s pupil, his eyes focused and sharp, "Or this person knows that Xiaohuahua will take it again. Go back to the phone, learn the content of the message, and then reply to him..."

Chu Yu stood up, "Now, various situations are possible. As long as there is a basis, we can rest assured that we can make a bold guess. We would rather make the preliminary analysis more difficult than miss any possibility..."

Chu Yu walked out of the door with the official rhetoric on his lips, "I'll tell Datuo and Xiaobang, and Wu Ke will be called by the way. Let's brainstorm together and see if we can crack it."

The Nth case analysis meeting of the Huaihua project was held. Song Qingyang and Wu Ke arrived on time. Fang Datuo was still immersed in the analysis of the inspection results. Chu Yu was concerned about the case, but also about Xia Yihan’s condition, so he didn’t notify Fang Datuo. , Waited for a few days for him to hang the beam and pierce the strands, and give a detailed report.

When Wu Ke came in, his neck was cold and he couldn't help but stand up his collar. Knowing that Xia Yihan was upstairs, he couldn't help but roll his eyes and look up, for fear that the little demon would suddenly escape from prison and fall from the sky.

Although he is familiar with the structure of Superman, the exit is all intelligent control, without a password, it is difficult to fly even with fairy wings.

However, the shadow left by the Phantom of the Sophora japonica flower was too strong, giving him an illusion that it was a prison made of diamond diamonds, and he couldn't keep the ghost of Xia Yihan.

This time when he came to Superman's office, Wu Ke knew that something big had happened. Field personnel like him who had been away for many years were recalled to the headquarters. Either the boss was going to be fired, or he had an urgent and confidential task, and he had to say it in person.

"Arco, you have been in the Public Security Bureau all year round. You should have an understanding of anti-drug, anti-terrorism and other departments. Like those teams that sell drugs, smuggle, or prostitution, many of them use code words to communicate. Have you ever seen people who use numbers? ?"

Wu Ke looked at the string of numbers and touched the cut-out head. "I have seen a lot of code words. I used to join a MLM organization. The people in it were all in one group and invented a lot of new names, such as calling each. The den is the dormitory, and the off-line development is called an invitation, and the title is also misused. What kind of manager, salesman, and elite.

Most of them are written, but there are too many dens. The director will give the salesperson numbers, such as 30007, 40118. The first number represents the location of the dormitory, which is the den, and the last two numbers represent the order of entering the organization. The number in the middle represents the contribution to the organization, that is, the downline of development. The larger the number in the middle, the higher the level. Every day, the salesperson will wear a name tag with a number written on his chest. If the number is small, the number is large. , I have to bow to say hello. "

Muyu: "I didn't really think about the ID number, but if it is the ID number, what's the point of sending it? Is it reminding Xiaohuahua to pay attention to his identity?"

Chu Yu rubbed his chin with his fingertips, "There is also the possibility that Xiao Huaihua has been missing for more than four years. Over the past four years, she has existed in a new place with a new identity, and this string of numbers is Her identification number."

Wu Ke nodded: "If it is an identity code, then each number should have a representative meaning, but it cannot be deciphered without combining it with a specific environment."

Chu Yu thought for a moment, and knew that this was really the case. For example, 30007 in an MLM organization, if the police didn't hide in the den and went to experience it for themselves, they just wanted to break their heads, but couldn't figure out what it meant.

Muyu couldn't decipher it. Although the burden of the task was no longer on her shoulders, she couldn't be happy. This meant that if you wanted to know the meaning of the string of numbers, you had to ask Xia Yihan to come out. In any case, she did not want Xia Yihan to contact any outside information-what is the difference between this and handing a gun to Jiang Yang who robbed the bank?

Chu Yu thought for a moment, and felt that Xia Yihan still had to crack the digital content, but she would not let her know directly, but indirectly tried, such as playing digital games with her, to see how sensitive she was to certain numbers. If it was her identity code, she would definitely remember it very well, and she would speak it subconsciously.

Chu Yu put forward his thoughts, Wu Ke and Muyu started to give their opinions. Both of them are conservatives. They are afraid that if a temptation can't be done well, Xiaohuaihua will see through it and give her this tiger.

Song Qingyang, who has been silent all the time, turned his office chair, and also contributed his own ideas: "Do these five numbers represent five characters? For example, the characters typed on a five-stroke keyboard?"

Muyu: "I have tried every input method. It can be converted into Chinese characters, but it doesn't make sense."

"Or, the numbers represent the strokes of Chinese characters?"

Muyu didn't squeak right now, and placed both on the keyboard without moving.

Chu Yu originally preferred the number to be the identity code. It didn't make much sense to look at it separately, but since the small sticks have been proposed, they cannot be ignored.

"Little fish, why don't you give it a try?"

Muyu has an obvious swallowing action, and his throat hair is astringent: "If it is a stroke, there are so many Chinese characters corresponding to each stroke, and there are almost countless possibilities for permutation and combination!"

Chu Yu nodded: "Yes, just pick a meaningful combination in it."

Muyu closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and stiffened his neck. He put on a posture of a liver burst all night, "Okay, I will make a program to sort out Chinese characters first, and then arrange all the combinations."

Chu Yu looked at the time, and asked what Party A felt like reminding the manuscript, "About how long will it take you?"

Muyu raised his coffee cup, "One night."

Chu Yu nodded, took Qingyang and Wu Ke out of the meeting room, and brought Muyu a bucket of coffee to go in, and asked her to get up and jump for a while when she was really sleepy.

In the evening, Muyu set up a night battle in the conference room on the second floor, and Fang Datuo set up a night battle in the research room on the fifth floor. The cooking task fell on Chu Yu. She lived up to expectations, boiled a big pot of noodles, and fed the whole place. After being full, go up to the third floor to accompany Xia Yihan.

Xia Yihan sat at the pool table, holding a large bowl of noodles, eating happily.

While watching her eating, Chu Yu counted the strokes of the three characters "Xia Yihan". Xia—10 strokes, Yi—6 strokes, and Han—12 strokes, were not right.

31276

However, the 12 in the middle matches the word "Han", and the 3 in front should be the corresponding word...

Chu Yu's fingers started writing on the pool table unconsciously. There were not many commonly used characters in the 3 pictures, and she quickly found the character.